The Heart of a Teacher

Some teachers remain in our memories because of what they taught us. Others remain because of how they made us feel. Linda Stansbury, my high school business teacher, gave me both. gave me both.

Mrs. Stansbury had a sweet disposition and a gentle way of making each student feel as though we mattered. She was kind, caring, and always willing to help. Even on busy days, she never made us feel like an interruption. She listened and encouraged us. Most importantly, she saw possibilities in us that we might not have recognized in ourselves.

Her classroom was more than a place to learn business skills. She was preparing us for the world that waited beyond the school doors. She made us believe we belonged in that world and had something valuable to contribute.

Mrs. Stansbury didn’t merely tell me that I had potential; she acted on it. She helped me get a job at State Farm Insurance when I was still in high school. That opportunity meant a great deal to me as a young woman who was just beginning to imagine what my future might hold.

Walking into a professional interview can be intimidating when you are young and unsure of yourself. However, knowing that Mrs. Stansbury believed I was capable gave me courage. If she thought I was ready to walk through those, maybe I should believe too. That was one of her gifts; she made us feel a little more confident, a little more capable, and a little more prepared to meet the world.

Because she gave us so much, another student, Chris, and I decided to surprise her with a baby gift once we discovered she was expecting. We decided to organize a secret gift, but we had to keep everything a secret.

Quietly, we began asking other students to donate whatever they could. A little here, a little there quickly added up to the perfect amount. Whispered conversations and excited giggles before class soon gave way to the day we brought in our gift. We took our money and bought her a cute yellow-and-white high chair with baby animals on the cover.

I can’t remember every detail of the day we gave her the gift. But I know she was surprised and touched as she wiped away tears. Our gift touched her. It was more than a baby chair; it was our way of letting her know she was loved. She had a way of making us each feel special, and for one moment, we got to make her feel special in return.

Looking back, I realize Mrs. Stansbury had a rare gift as a teacher.  She did not need grand gestures to influence her students. Her influence showed up in the quiet things: the way she encouraged, listened, and opened doors.

Now that I am a teacher, I understand her impact even more. Students eventually forget many assignments and the lessons we teach. They may not remember every direction, deadline, or grade, yet they often remember the teacher that noticed them, believed in them, and saw a future they had not yet imagined. Mrs. Stansbury was that teacher for me.

She taught me about business and helped me take my first steps into the business world. But the most important lesson she gave me had nothing to do with business. She showed me what it meant to have a generous heart, and how one caring teacher can make every student feel extraordinary.

Years have passed, but her kindness still lives on in the teacher I strive to be.

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Conversations With Teddy

More Than a Signature: Why Cursive Still Belongs in Our Schools

One skill I have always considered basic, but one that many young people no longer know, is cursive writing. For generations, students learned cursive alongside reading, spelling, and basic mathematics. Today, however, many schools no longer include it in their curriculum.

As an older teacher, I admit that I find this disappointing. I believe students should learn how to write and read cursive. They do not need flawless penmanship, but they should be able to sign their names, read handwritten notes, and understand historical documents written in cursive. Handwriting carries a personal touch; each curve and stroke reveals something unique about the writer that typed words can never fully capture. A handwritten letter, recipe, or journal entry preserves not only someone’s words but also a small piece of the person who wrote them.

On the other hand, I understand why many schools stopped teaching it. As states added more academic standards, teachers were expected to cover an increasing amount of material within the same limited school year. Something had to be removed, and cursive writing was no longer considered essential. Teachers already struggle to balance reading, writing, grammar, mathematics, science, social studies, technology, and testing requirements. Adding one more expectation to an already crowded schedule is not as simple as it sounds.

Still, I do not believe cursive needs to disappear completely. Schools could introduce it through short lessons in the elementary grades and continue reinforcing it through meaningful activities. Students might practice by writing letters, keeping journals, signing their work, or reading copies of historical documents. It would not need to take over the school day or replace more important instruction.

Technology has changed how we communicate, but that does not make every traditional skill unnecessary. Typing and handwriting can exist together. Students should be prepared for the digital world, but they should also be able to pick up a pen and confidently write their own names.

Perhaps the answer is not to return to hours of repetitive handwriting drills. Instead, we could teach cursive as a practical life skill, one worth preserving, even in a world of keyboards and touchscreens.

What do you think? Should cursive writing still be taught in our schools?

The Heart of a Thursday Morning

Some days are just meant for remembering, and today was one of those days.

It started as a typical Thursday at the end of the month. My eighth-grade homeroom class met in the gym for our monthly meetings.  During this time, we make class announcements, give class reminders, name a student of the month, and give shout-outs to students, recognizing them for various accomplishments or acts of kindness.

This morning, as I walked into the gym, we had the usual chatter and laughter, along with the endless energy of middle school students. As the kids quieted, and a hush settled over the auditorium, one teacher reminded students that if their grades were not passing, they would not be able to walk in the eighth-grade graduation.  Another teacher, in fun to lighten the mood, said, “Don’t disappoint all the MeeMaws.”

Since I stood in front of the bleachers and am known as the granny at the school, I smiled and pointed to myself. Right away, several of the boys laughed and shouted, “We got you, Ms. B!” Their words were playful, but I knew they meant it. That small gesture touched me. One sweet moment, just a few seconds in a normal school day, meant the world to me.

It reminded me how quickly this year has flown by and how much my students mean to me. Months ago, these students walked into eighth grade, unsure and wide-eyed, and now they are about to start high school, standing a little taller and a little more confident. Moments like these remind me of the importance and the joy of building relationships with these youngsters. While lessons, grades, and standards all matter, it’s the connections that truly last.

As the years fly by and retirement approaches, my heart and mind wrestle with this decision. Teaching has always been the most difficult job I have ever had. It takes patience, resilience, compassion, and lots of humor. But it’s also been the most rewarding job I have ever had.

When I look at all these faces, so full of personality and potential,  I know I have been blessed to work with some incredible students.  I love their hearts. I love their stubborn determination. I love how they support each other, even when they act like they don’t care. And I especially love their hopes and dreams for their futures.  Hopes and dreams that will shape our future, too.

If mornings like this are any sign, our future is in good hands.

My Writing Journey

From an early age, reading and writing were essential to me. My mom taught me to read when I was four because I loved books. Writing quickly became just as natural. I kept journals, wrote poetry, and found joy in crafting words. But the real magic began when I started college. Professors encouraged my writing, I earned scholarships, and poems and articles were published. That period marked a turning point in my life.

After college, however, life took unexpected turns, and my writing was set aside. It wasn’t until one summer, when an old back injury forced me onto bed rest for weeks, that I rediscovered my passion. With only so much Netflix to watch, I turned to researching my family tree. I uncovered fascinating stories about my ancestors and decided to put it all into writing.

Shortly after, I started a family blog. I wanted a safe place to preserve my stories and memories—and honestly, I knew it would be the best way to keep my writing organized (something I’m not always great at). Since my daughter was homeschooling, I often wove the stories of our ancestors into her lessons. It was exciting to add our ancestors to her history lessons.

Over time, my blog grew beyond what I’d ever imagined. I found myself enjoying writing again. I joined writing challenges and began experimenting with poetry, flash fiction, and short stories. Today, I have over 1,500 subscribers.

Last year, my daughter gifted me a subscription to Storyworth, prompting me to share even more family history and personal stories. Soon, I’ll have a family book filled with these memories—an experience that gave me the push I needed to keep writing.

Alongside blogging, I began working on a novel, though progress has been slow. Frustration crept in, and I found myself hitting pause. During this time of reflection, I decided to pursue another master’s degree. This summer, at the age of sixty-three, this grandmother will return to school to earn a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. It’s a dream I’ve had for years.

Last year, a new language arts teacher joined our school, and we quickly became friends. She shared her excitement about her MFA program in creative writing, and her passion was contagious. Inspired by her enthusiasm, I decided to take the leap and finally pursue my long-held dream.

So, this summer, I will follow my heart’s desire once again and return to the classroom—not just as a teacher, but as a student of creative writing.

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Teaching

Daily writing prompt
What is your career plan?

At this stage in my life, I am viewing my retirement plan. Currently, I have 24 years into teaching. One more year, and I will make the big 25-year mark, which is quite an accomplishment since I am a late bloomer. I graduated from college the same year my daughter graduated from high school.

With all the changes in teaching, I don’t know how many more years I plan to teach. One goal was to have my house paid off before I left this profession, and I will have it paid off next year. Although I have had many changes, including three curriculum changes in three years, I still enjoy my career.

Next year, I will teach reading and writing again, and I am currently working on a unit plan for the introduction to speech. My lesson plans for this unit will be fun, and I hope to make this an easy task for my eighth graders. Unfortunately, public speaking in middle school can often traumatize some students.

I enjoy the planning stage and tweaking my lessons after instruction, especially after teaching something new and different. At times, I feel like a new teacher again since I thought I would finish my teaching career in humanities. Once I made that change, I gave away most of my writing, reading, and grammar books. However, with the teacher shortage and changes in the district building, I was told I had to go back to language arts. So in some ways, I am starting over again, but it’s okay; change is a good thing. And again, I really enjoy planning and designing my lessons.

The strange thing this year is that I am taking my last professional development class, except for those mandated through the district at the beginning of the year. I have hit the wall, and I have moved up as high as I can go. It’s somewhat bittersweet, for I enjoyed most of my classes. In the next few days, I will write my last paper for this course. The book for this class is called Because of a Teacher, and it tugged at the heartstrings. This was the perfect course for my last class.

So, will I retire in a year? Maybe. Maybe not. It depends on how this gramma fares, and so far, I am still having fun working with my students. They keep me young and make me smile. Plus, I get paid to read and write! Two of my favorite things!

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Resistance by Jennifer A. Nielsen-Thrills and Chills

Let us be foolish, then, because if we can save even one life, we are the best of fools.

Chaya Lindner

So. have you ever been so engrossed in a book that you stayed up until dawn began its morning glow? Well, Resistance is that book! And thank goodness for coffee! That day, I gulped down coffee to stay focused in my middle school classroom! And, of course, my students laughed at me when they discovered the truth about my teaching slump that day! Talk about a book endorsement!

Recently, I read the book Resistance by Jennifer A. Nielsen. As a middle school teacher, I wanted to find a book on historical fiction about the Holocaust. This book did not disappoint! I have included this book in my classroom library, for it is an excellent addition to teaching my unit on the Holocaust.

Jennifer A. Nielsen, a noteworthy writer, grew up in Northern Utah. She began her writing journey while in elementary school. Over the years, her love of writing grew into a career. To date, her books have been translated into over 21 languages. 

She focused on young adult novels with her books, but I must maintain that this teacher was riveted and glued to her seat as she read this novel. Her characters came alive. I could not put down this action-packed book, for I wanted to find out what happened next to the protagonist, Chaya Lindner, a courier for a Jewish Resistance group known as Akiva. Throughout the story, I quietly cheered her on as she made her daring entries and escapes in the ravaged Polish ghettos during WW2.

RESISTANCE by Jennifer A. Nielsen

Jennifer wove a tale of historical fiction about the Holocaust. It was set in Poland before the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. It included historical figures from the actual resistance movement. The characters were believable and well-rounded. Their stories added perspective to the historical tragedy and fighting spirit of the Jewish people who lived through the Holocaust.

The research and accuracy of this time were reflected throughout her story. Her attention to detail surfaced throughout her novel. Her depiction of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising kept me on edge as this nailbiter heaped on the action. I would recommend this book to teens and adults alike. It always jolted and astounded with its thrilling escapades and adventures. Moreover, readers will be encouraged by Chaya’s strength, courage, and determination to help her people.

Resistance by Jennifer A. Nielsen | Scholastic Fall 2018 Online Preview